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Clint can pick anyone’s pocket without them ever noticing until he’s long gone--at least that’s what he tells Kate, his young protege. It’s something he learned in his misbegotten youth as a carnie. So, as is their usual custom, one night Kate picks out a random guy (aka Bucky) for Clint to steal from but things don’t exactly go as planned. In fact, it’s the first time since he was a kid that he’s been caught. Determined to prove himself (and not get caught this time) he keeps on trying to steal Bucky’s wallet. Too bad things never seem to go quite according to plan, but all's well that ends well, right?

“So, this looks bad. But I swear I wasn’t trying to steal from you, you just have a great ass” Clint says and immediately starts mentally kicking his own ass. Now, not only has he come off as an inept thief but he’s also that creepy guy that feels random attractive strangers up at bars.

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Kieren Walker was living a less than ideal life. His parents are too busy trying to pretend that everything is okay to notice that it really isn’t. His sister isn’t speaking to him. His chances at art school in France have been dashed due to his parent and psychiatrist ordained house arrest. Not to mention that the love of his life is dead and he can’t help but blame himself for it. He can’t seem to do anything right. Not even end his own life. Just when it seems like he’s going to be trapped in his monotonous life forever he gets a text from an unknown number. Who knew that texting back a wrong number could lead to everything changing?

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“Clint, for the last time,” started Bucky. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and loudly exhaled before continuing on. “I’M NOT GOING TO MARRY YOU, WHAT PART OF THAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Shit. He really hadn’t meant to yell that. Out loud. In front of the rest of the team. Who definitely weren’t going to understand that statement out of context. Or even in context. Shit.

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I am alone. Always so damn alone. Drifting through space and time, I have met those that most would never even have the faintest dreams of meeting and seen things that most would fathom impossible. But none of that matters, not anymore. Because I am dripping icy tendrils of cold and aching from the lack of companionship. It hadn't always been like this.

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A story about first loves and true loves, about friendship, growing up, and growing together. Atlernatively, this is a story about Mike figuring out what he deserves, and learning how to ask for it. (AU)

may contian cliches from the following: highschool AUs, college AUs, curtain fic, H/C.warnings: excessive amounts of Trevor, casual disregard for how the legal system works, flexible regard for how American college systems work, and a mishmash of spoilers for season one, despite being a wacky AU. Also, inebrieated underage shenanigans and poor life choices.

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This is the true story of two strangers, tasked to live in an apartment building, get their shit together, and have their lives (probably) monitored by Natasha and Steve, to find out what happens when people try to stop being agents and assets, and start getting real.

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Q wonders, briefly, how James could possibly think this is an appropriate time to profess his undying love—or whatever the hell it is he’s attempting to do; though, frankly, the skeleton suit did make him blink a bit stupidly at his laptop—but then something explodes to his left, and Q heaves a long-suffering sigh and snaps at him for ruining everything good in the world. James laughs and carries on wielding his Walther like it isn’t the 7500th replacement that Q has thrown at him.

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Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore

Q's life at the technical help department of MI6 was decently quiet and paid reasonably well - it even gave him vacation time, although he rarely used it. So when Q was finally coaxed to leave work for a bit and relax, he thought that Paris might be fun.

Of course, that was before the gunfight, witnessing a shooting, and being kidnapped by a strange, blue-eyed gunman named James Bond.

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“How does that lead to…?” Eve waves her hand at the mess behind Q’s back.Q feels his expression morph into a sly grin. “I have a new plan. I’m going to stay on these dating platforms, but I’m going to treat them as databases. Rather than waiting for an algorithm to set me up, I'm going to try reverse-engineering this entire system.”

In which Q works in the private sector, still winds up friends with Eve, and applies science to his love life. Obviously, Eve gets involved.